Being frustrated is very boring! This past week (year?) has been annoying and has left me bored and frustrated. It seems like everything I tried to do encountered a roadblock.

I wanted to finish a machine embroidery project. I had it all set up and ready to go on Monday night and when I turned on the machine on Tuesday, the hoop had an error. So I thought I’d work on another project and now the stitching is wonky. My machine has automatic tension. As far as I know, there’s no user adjustment ability.

Okay, okay! My machine is telling me to get routine maintenance done, I knew it was time. Its a two week waiting period once I get the machine there. I wanted to have it there by today, but the carry cases are buried and I didn’t have any TNT to put under my husband to go dig them out. He’s the one who buried them, but I guess I need to try to figure out where they are and dig them out myself.

Which is another frustration. I am far, far from being tidy and organized. I know that, but I still try. I had the storage room 90% organized. But Dear Husband “put away” the Christmas decorations and then other things. Is it possible to be negative per cent organized? I can’t find anything and even though we got rid of stuff, there’s less room. I suspect that all the farthest back shelves, that I now can’t get to, are mostly empty. Iqbal is, hands down, the best quick-tidy-up person there is, but the results are very often Fibber McGee’s closet, except it’s the storage room or shed, not a simple closet.

I wanted to hand stitch. Before doing so, I wanted to iron the seam folds. I did a few and then the template wasn’t fitting right. The blocks were a bit smaller, but should be large enough fit the seam. Turns out my template wasn’t exactly square. It just wasn’t obvious without a straight edge. I made a new one true to square, but also had to redo the blocks I’d done. And then it was time to make dinner.

One thing that’s getting better is doing my therapy exercises. Until today. Apparently the two aspirin before bed and two acetaminophen first thing in the morning are more necessary than I realized. I forgot the aspirin last night and felt like I’d done triple exercises before I did any. The acetaminophen has kicked in, but it’s almost dinnertime and I’ve accomplished nothing more than these paragraphs.

I use to get up and do stuff all day. I don’t know what happened. I’m hoping that once my legs/knees are back in shape, and my back strengthened a bit, that I will do more again. Realistically, it won’t be as much as when I was thirty, but more than lately. Mentally I’m ready, I just need to focus enough not to be overwhelmed and, if I keep hitting roadblocks, figure out a few, more productive detours.

Too, too much whining. Tomorrow (maybe tonight after dinner) I need to list what progress I have made. At the moment I can think of only one thing. And list the positives that aren’t progress, but nonetheless good detours.